Lew and I were best friends right from the beginning, when we lived two doors apart on Hoffman Street. So many happy memories of growing up together, playing cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, messing about in Hoffman Creek, walking to George Washington School together. Here is a photo I took of him at age 11 - a skinny, red-haired boy, always good fun to be with and a loyal friend. Our paths diverged as we met life in different ways, but he and Joan did visit Jennie and me in England later on. I'm so sorry to hear of his death: his family and friends have lost someone whose good humor and kindness lightened their world and made it a better place.